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Ring.
Wake up, Jack.
Riiiiiiiing.
"Shut up, stupid alarm clock," I muttered darkly, looking over at my bedside table. Stupid inanimate objects talking to me again, God.
"I really don't need this today..." I sighed, hiding under my covers. My static-y black hair clung to my face, and tickled my nose.
Ever since I was little, I heard random things talk to me. Of course,as I got older, I stopped telling people about it. But it was still annoying nonetheless.
I nibbled on my lip piercing absently, searching blindly underneath my covers for my phone.
Ah. Found it.
I clasped a dry palm around my flat phone, and pressed the side button, bringing it up to my face.
Text Message from.:Sally:. the screen read.
"..." he opened the message.
'Laaaa.'
Well then. Another pointless text message by Sally. Fourth one this week. I checked the time of the text. 8:01. Right now, it was 8:06. What the heck was she doing up so early on a Saturday? I sighed, and texted her back.
'Hi, what's going on?'
I tossed my phone aside gently , sitting up. I blew my hair out of my face, and unplugged the stupidtalkingalarmclock,god.
As I was changing, I heard my phone vibrate against the mattress, so I pulled on my t-shirt quickly.
'Idk, I just had a really bad feeling and couldn't sleep.'
Oh.
Crap.
Sally's bad feelings about something usually meant trouble. Secretly, he thought Sally's bad feelings about something was like him and his talking inanimate objects. It was a gift. Kind of. But way more cooler, and less....crazy than his.
'Do we need to go somewhere?' he asked.
'I think so.' she replied a moment later.
'Right, I'll come pick you up.' he promised, and grabbed his keys. Right now, they needed to save something, or stop something from happening, for sure.

*~*

"We're close," Sally said, hunkered down in the passenger's seat, her knees resting on the dashboard. She always sat that way in a car because she said it kept her from getting carsick. I still don't see how it would help in any way, but questioning her never got me anywhere, so...
"It's in that ally," she said suddenly and pointed. I nodded, and turned the car in that direction, shifting my foot from the gas to the brake.
I parked behind a grungy looking dumpster, and cut the engine. I listened for anything that may be trying to talk to me, but heard nothing. Then the sound of a sickening crunch, like bone breaking. I flinched, and I could tell Sally did too. I hope we don't have to stop a murder...
"C'mon, Jack," Sally said, and opened the door quietly, looking warily above the dumpster, her bright red hair crossing over her eyes for a moment. Her face turned pale, and she ducked back down, looking at me desperately.
"Oh my god, Jack. They're killing him!" she exclaimed quietly, and kept looking to the front of the car. Then all of of a sudden she just threw open the car door, and burst out.
"STOP IT!" She screamed, and ran in front of the dumpster, out of my view.
"Sally!" I yelled, and jumped from the car as well. I ran in front of the dumpster and...
Froze.
I was in shock, but not for the reason I thought I'd be.
There, in front of me, were two teenage boys, and a dog they had beat senseless, and were about to cut open. The very sight sickened me, and rocked me to the core. My blood absolutely boiled. Beating a dog is like beating a child. They can't defend themselves against....against.... b-bats and superior intelligence!
I turned my eyes towards the men and bolted forward.
"GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" I yelled, barely able to control my temper. Both kids, knowing that they had been caught, did indeed 'get out of there', running fast like the police had already found them.

*~*

We helped the dog, of course. I think only a horrible person wouldn't. Ironically enough, Sally ended up naming him Lucky.

Description
Ring.
Wake up, Jack.
Riiiiiiiing.
"Shut up, stupid alarm clock," I muttered darkly, looking over at my bedside table. Stupid inanimate objects talking to me again, God.
"I really don't need this today..." I sighed, hiding under my covers. My static-y black hair clung to my face, and tickled my nose.
Ever since I was little, I heard random things talk to me. Of course,as I got older, I stopped telling people about it. But it was still annoying nonetheless.
I nibbled on my lip piercing absently, searching blindly underneath my covers for my phone.
Ah. Found it.
I clasped a dry palm around my flat phone, and pressed the side button, bringing it up to my face.
Text Message from.:Sally:. the screen read.
"..." he opened the message.
'Laaaa.'
Well then. Another pointless text message by Sally. Fourth one this week. I checked the time of the text. 8:01. Right now, it was 8:06. What the heck was she doing up so early on a Saturday? I sighed, and texted her back.
'Hi, what's going on?'
I tossed my phone aside gently , sitting up. I blew my hair out of my face, and unplugged the stupidtalkingalarmclock,god.
As I was changing, I heard my phone vibrate against the mattress, so I pulled on my t-shirt quickly.
'Idk, I just had a really bad feeling and couldn't sleep.'
Oh.
Crap.
Sally's bad feelings about something usually meant trouble. Secretly, he thought Sally's bad feelings about something was like him and his talking inanimate objects. It was a gift. Kind of. But way more cooler, and less....crazy than his.
'Do we need to go somewhere?' he asked.
'I think so.' she replied a moment later.
'Right, I'll come pick you up.' he promised, and grabbed his keys. Right now, they needed to save something, or stop something from happening, for sure.

*~*

"We're close," Sally said, hunkered down in the passenger's seat, her knees resting on the dashboard. She always sat that way in a car because she said it kept her from getting carsick. I still don't see how it would help in any way, but questioning her never got me anywhere, so...
"It's in that ally," she said suddenly and pointed. I nodded, and turned the car in that direction, shifting my foot from the gas to the brake.
I parked behind a grungy looking dumpster, and cut the engine. I listened for anything that may be trying to talk to me, but heard nothing. Then the sound of a sickening crunch, like bone breaking. I flinched, and I could tell Sally did too. I hope we don't have to stop a murder...
"C'mon, Jack," Sally said, and opened the door quietly, looking warily above the dumpster, her bright red hair crossing over her eyes for a moment. Her face turned pale, and she ducked back down, looking at me desperately.
"Oh my god, Jack. They're killing him!" she exclaimed quietly, and kept looking to the front of the car. Then all of of a sudden she just threw open the car door, and burst out.
"STOP IT!" She screamed, and ran in front of the dumpster, out of my view.
"Sally!" I yelled, and jumped from the car as well. I ran in front of the dumpster and...
Froze.
I was in shock, but not for the reason I thought I'd be.
There, in front of me, were two teenage boys, and a dog they had beat senseless, and were about to cut open. The very sight sickened me, and rocked me to the core. My blood absolutely boiled. Beating a dog is like beating a child. They can't defend themselves against....against.... b-bats and superior intelligence!
I turned my eyes towards the men and bolted forward.
"GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" I yelled, barely able to control my temper. Both kids, knowing that they had been caught, did indeed 'get out of there', running fast like the police had already found them.

*~*

We helped the dog, of course. I think only a horrible person wouldn't. Ironically enough, Sally ended up naming him Lucky.